Monday, August 6, 2012

A lot happened in this dream, but this was the part that sticks most in my head. I was trekking between two countries,
trying to deliver a message to someone. I was crossing a range of
purplish mountains, traveling down a narrow road, riding an elephant.
The elephant was decorated with red silk and had a saddle on him.
It was a clear, starry night with a full moon. There was no sense of
urgency at all, just calm as I absorbed the beauty of my
surroundings. There was a slight breeze blowing, and the faint
sounds of wildlife in the background, but beyond that, everything was
silent. It was really beautiful and peaceful.

This
is an open contest. If you would like to submit artwork for
this dream, click "Submit Artwork" on the right side of the screen. Be sure to mention the name "Traveling By Elephant" somewhere in your email. Leave
comments for the author in the comments section below. Submitted
by queenz22.

Hey there! Just thought I'd make the announcement that until I get a little more activity on the site, all contests will remain open. I think it would be pretty silly to close a contest despite it having no entries. In the future, a dream will stay open until at least two entries are submitted (or until three days passes, whichever happens last).

Saturday, August 4, 2012

The
old wooden house was entirely abandoned. I was seeking something –
what it was, I'm not sure. I climbed up the stairs, checking each
room... I could hear muttering, strange muttering in the distance
that I couldn't understand. I began to feel uneasy, but I couldn't
stop my searching. I opened the door, and there she was, in the
corner. She was only maybe five years old, hidden behind a curtain
of dark hair so that I couldn't see her face. She was sitting on a
pretty little pink rocking chair with yellow painted butterflies on
the side... just rocking, back and forth. She was speaking
backwards. I couldn't understand anything. The room was dark and
sheer white curtains quivered in the icy breeze from the open window.
I was paralyzed with fear as she continued speaking – it was as
though I couldn't move. Then, I heard a hundred little shrieks
behind me. Bats. She was commanding them in her small voice,
speaking backwards to them, telling them to tear into my flesh. They
did. My screaming was drowned out by theirs as I fell to the ground
and they bit and ripped into me. She rocked calmly in place, no
longer speaking, letting them feast.

This is an open contest. If you would like to submit artwork for this dream, click "Submit Artwork" on the right side of the screen. Be sure to mention the name "Little Girl in the Rocking Chair" somewhere in your email. Leave comments for the author in the comments section below. Submitted by Anna.

Snow
White stood at the very edge of a cliff, surrounded by the crumbling
pillars of the castle that once stood there. The chasm before her was
deep and endless, rocks jutting towards the sky dangerously below
her. Her eyes shone with her newfound strength as the wind tangled in
her once jet black hair. No trace of black remained; instead, her
hair was a deep forest green, a product of her transformation. No
longer did the naïve and innocent Snow White cower in fear of her
powerful stepmother. No, Snow White was now powerful herself.

Arms
raised toward the dark sky, she focused on the dark hovering object
before her – the instrument of her power. Floating in the air was a
dark chandelier of sorts, throwing an eerie purplish light over her
and the ground beneath her feet. It was through this that she
siphoned her power from the skies. It was through this that she would
be able to defeat her evil stepmother. Stripping herself of her
innocence, she instead donned a cloak of sheer power. A small part of
her feared that she would be consumed by it, but a larger part of her
embraced it. She would no longer be hated for her beauty, but for her
strength.

This is an open contest. If you would like to submit artwork for this dream, click "Submit Artwork" on the right side of the screen. Be sure to mention the name "Snow White, Revisited" somewhere in your email. Leave comments for the author in the comments section below. Submitted by Kelly.

Drawing Your Dream is a project aimed
to help both writers and artists improve themselves and get their
work seen. The general concept is that writers describe a scene from
a dream that they've had, and artists try to capture that scene as
accurately and creatively as possible. Once all the submissions are
in, a vote takes place, and the winning artist finds him or herself
in the Winner's Gallery, along with a short bio and information on
where to buy or see more of his or her artwork. It is a good way for
artists to not only get exposure, but to challenge themselves.

Why dreams? Dreams are almost magical
things, where nothing makes sense. Although they may be vivid to us
– almost real, even – it's rarely something that can truly be
shared with others. It takes a skilled writer to take that very
solitary experience and put it into words well enough that another
person can envision it. Writers can get a true sense of their
descriptive powers by comparing what they saw in their sleep to what an artist comes up with based on their description.

If you've had a dream recently that you'd like to see come to life, click here to submit one.

If you're an artist and you'd like to take on drawing someone's dream, and maybe even make it into the Winner's Gallery, check out the Open Contests page on the right and pick one! Then send your artwork to drawingyourdream@gmail.com. Make sure to name the dream you're submitting it for!

ALL kinds of visual artwork are
accepted. Just send a photo or video of your final product.

NOTE: I give artists three days to submit work for a dream before I post any of them. This is to make voting fair for everyone. You'll get an email letting you know when your artwork is up and the contest is open for voting! Voting then goes on for 24 hours before a winner is announced.